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General Aquamarine
Action: Taking a moment to fume. Will post again after Guine to get them to the door.

Aquamarine stumbled in the hallway, off balance from their jarring exit. He fell back into another body, but knew immediately by the height, the firmness of the body, and the feel of the uniform that he had appeared together with <********>,” Aquamarine swore, whirling around to see if any of the others had appeared in the same hall, but he and Jet were alone. “That stupid—”

His hands were empty. As the lightning had danced from person to person, Aquamarine had instinctively forced both Jet’s tablet and the specks of energy at his fingertips into subspace—a harder task than usual, sure, but helped along by adrenaline. He didn’t bother to resummon either just yet, rather distracted by another burst of seething fury.

“Simple logic,” he snarled. “Simple logic suggests you don’t touch the ******** monster eye!”

Aquamarine turned to take out some of his frustrations on the wall, which he kicked hard enough to leave himself with a temporarily sore foot. Then he threw a fist through the air like he might punch something, but it never landed. He would have given anything in that moment to have his rapier and dagger returned to him. Unfortunately, neither materialized, nor was he all that confident about his abilities to find any of the Senshi to skewer.

He turned to Jet again, hands going first to Jet’s shoulders, then his arms, then up to his face, checking him for injuries. Aquamarine felt a bit winded himself, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the lightning, the stress, or the blistering hatred.

“We have to find a way out of here,” he said. The storm was building. The barrier at Jet’s back certainly wasn't holding up against it well. “No way in hell am I wasting my time looking for any of those ******** idiots. Let whatever the ******** that thing is eat them for all I care.”

General Aquamarine
Action: Dragging Jet to the door and putting his hand on the symbol.

Aquamarine couldn’t even enjoy the kiss. He hadn’t been able to enjoy anything—not Jet being protective, or dismissive, or commanding, or manhandling Senshi around with ease. They probably didn’t have long to find a way out of there. Either the barrier would fall or another crack of lightning would deposit them somewhere else (or kill them; that was still an option). They might only have seconds, but Aquamarine couldn’t find it in himself to complain.

Much.

“What the ******** is wrong with you?” Aquamarine mumbled against Jet’s mouth. Suddenly he sounded the complete opposite of livid, despite the swearing. “I put all this effort into at least pretending I give a damn about propriety and here you are doing whatever the ******** you want.”

Aquamarine detached himself with some regret. Not that either of them had long to dwell on it. With the room beyond the barrier no longer accessible, their only option was to go further down the hall, to the door at the end. What might be behind it, Aquamarine couldn’t hope to guess. All he knew was they had to move. Now.

He wrenched open subspace long enough to return Jet’s tablet to him, shoving it against Jet’s chest before yanking him down the hall.

“Come on, there’s no time. Try to establish contact again or something. I’ll break the ******** door down if I have to.”

There had to be something behind it. Aquamarine hoped for safety. By now he’d learned to trust gut feelings and sixth (or seventh, or eighth) senses. The door called to him in a way that triggered both. He didn’t know if they’d find a way out behind it, but he didn’t exactly relish the thought of standing around hoping for the best. Panic rose each second they lingered there. Aquamarine swallowed it down, but dread was heavy and unpleasant—stubborn, too.

When they reached the door, Aquamarine slapped a hand against the flashing palm-shaped symbol.

Faustite

Saw something like that in the mural, too. Then this star — like traveling through space, across time. Guessing it's the serpent hunting, or someone hunting the serpent. Likely the latter, if he thought about the star artifact that he found on the body.

It was difficult to make sense of it, however, and what context Heliodor had for what he experienced sounded muddled at best. Sounded like he basically experienced what Faustite had witnessed through that artifact, though more likely through the eyes of the beast. Faustite's experience, he thought, must have been through the eyes of the knight — if it was indeed a cosmos knight that bore that symbol. <******** we do generates electricity, and the murals spelled out how coated in storms this serpent was. That sky in the mural was Earth's sky, too — saw our constellations, our guiding star. So that thing was here once, then imprisoned, and for as indivisible it is from lightning, I expect that means it's in the vicinity. Gravity isn't any different here than on Earth, either, so I assume it — or someone who knows of it — drew us here. Likely it, given the portentous storm.

Don't know if this is where they made those spikes or what, though. Imagine we might find something of the Negaverse's involvement if we went back to the Transverse Workshop or found some texts from that time.

But I haven't felt —

Faustite paused when the thunderclaps echoed down the hall. An unmistakeable series of flashes followed, brilliant and terrible, and likely much the same as what the others witnessed when he and Heliodor were suddenly banished to one of these rooms. If nothing else, that was evidence enough of a sentient thing. A sentient thing with enough power to shift General-Kings around like mere pawns on a chessboard. Whatever that serpent was, it was awake, and it was no instinct-driven beast looking for a low-cost meal. Seemed as though it called the shots here, and the rest of those gathered — all notably powered — had to follow suit.

But that main room was becoming a mess of lightning, and it raised Faustite's hackles enough that he had to consciously fight down his own anxiety to keep using his head. All too easy was it to remember exactly how a white-hot bolt left its indelible impression on an inexperienced Captain, guided by metal. That memory never faded; the tempest brewing only served to exacerbate it.

It was as much as he could parse, however, for the door all but screamed for his attention. He turned toward it, and in the barest instant of a thought, he saw a basilisk's eye watching him.

I know what you want, he thought wholly by instinct. I would give you the world if you but help us.

But that eye was gone as soon as he consciously registered his appearance, and Faustite started visibly. Then more lightning crashed. Then the building shuddered as if shouldering an ineffable weight. Faustite grit his teeth, more cowed by the thought of being electrocuted than being buried in rubble. Heliodor already proved that the hallway was a no-go, and Faustite had no intention of rejoining what was fast becoming a hellstorm. No, he sprinted for the door.

Faustite broke his sprint by flatting both hands against the featureless door. He beat on it with trembling fists, all but clawed at its smooth surface for some chance to be let out of the wake of lightning.

Character: Transcendent Eternal Encke
Personally: covering Solaris!

What was that?

"Bullshit," managed Encke, dry as could be. What else could be summarize it as? They had been pulled to space in the middle of the storm with some of the most powerful of the Negaverse alive to show them that, what, some giant a** serpent escaped? Great. Just great.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

There was something to what was on the floor that felt familiar, but he wasn't sure why. Probably just the feelings that the whole thing gave. If there was a story of hope there, he had played parts in those before, even if not anymore. Even if not ever again.

This was not a story of hope.

"Not worried about finding the others. If we have to go, so do they. They'll figure it out like we have to." Or they wouldn't. The world would be better if the people of the Negaverse wasted away here.

Let them.

"I'll cover you. Just be careful."

“Dorothy” (Eternal Murikabushi of Hunger)
Action: Getting thrown around. Being snarky. Pressing his hand against the glowing palm symbol.

Whatever the eye was attached to, it felt like it wanted to fight back. Strictly speaking, Murikabushi didn’t think he could blame it—but he also didn’t feel like letting it have the satisfaction. He had to hang on and push back against it……but the power was too much. As he got sent sprawling, he bit back on any discomfort or pained noises, refusing to let whatever monster lurked in here know that it had succeeded in anything.

At least Kerberos was with him, Murikabushi thought as he tried to right himself. They’d come here together and now, they were getting out together. Looking around at where they’d found themselves this time—one of the hallways, and wasn’t that just swell—Murikabushi didn’t find much of it very interesting. Under other circumstances, he might have. Anything in space was interesting by default, in his mind, especially when there was some kind of mystery to unravel. But at the moment, not much presented itself for inspection.

On top of that, the whole place shook like it was falling down around them. Good thing for Murikabushi that he more than knew his way around walking in heels. For someone like Volterra, who wasn’t as used to that, staying upright and on nis feet in a situation like this would have been outrageously difficult, if not outright impossible.

Then, as if they really needed anything more, there was a feeling like……something calling to Muri.

“Blossom, are you okay to move,” he said, looking down the hallway in what quickly revealed itself to be the wrong direction. No getting back the way they came, from the looks of it. Looking the other way, Murikabushi felt that sensation of something desperately reaching out to him again, and stronger this time. He saw a glowing symbol down the corridor as well, shaped like a hand. “We’ve gotta get out of here. And dibs on touching the glowing thing at the end of the hall, okay? You’ve already gotten two chances, that’s equality.”

Plus, if the glowing hand symbol led to something magical getting annoyed with Murikabushi, the way the monstrous eye had done? At least it would only be getting annoyed with a basic b***h eternal senshi, the kind who didn’t glow and wasn’t, like, special and cool, the way that other senshi like Kerberos and Encke were.

Trusting that Kerberos would follow him, Murikabushi moved forward, and when he reached it, pressed his bare palm against the glowing symbol.

Character: Super Sailor Solaris
Active: Activating the door



She hadn't been lying earlier when she'd told them she wasn't allowing herself to die before her world was free of Chaos. Charging head-first into unknown rooms, especially after they'd been given all the warnings of world-ending serpents, fell into that might not survive that category if things went real bad.

Her magic was still cut off, and she knew her weaknesses in a physical fight.

There was a genuine relief though that she had someone she trusted along with her, and as her boots tapped rapidly against the hall they travelled down, Solaris could feel her moment of releasing the boiling rage and frustration ease into a far more collected, confident set of her shoulders. Get through this, process and breakdown later. She hummed to Encke's summary for the others--she hoped the other two White Moon senshi got out, at least.

The others, well.

She hoped their starseeds would be reborn into happier lives the next go around. One in particular...

Reaching the door, she glanced to Encke once to make sure they were good to go, offering a small smile. "I'll do what I can..." The genuine attempt was her crouching slightly to make herself less of an obvious target, ideally, before placing her hand against the glowing symbol on the door and bracing for pain or impact or who the ******** knows what.

"Captain" Chalcanthite
Action: Standing up, letting beni be the guineapig
Reaching out to take their hand, before the blonde changed their mind. He offered a cold glare. "You may want the mirror senshi to aid us but Melpomene needs to stay out of this. No exceptions." There wasn't any room for argument in his voice as he stood and dusted himself off with a slight bit of difficulty.

"I would prefer a nice quiet vacation, Italy perhaps. It could count as the honeymoon as well." Shaking his head, he just hoped they could all figure this out so there would even be a world to travel.

It didn't help that the panicked feeling he'd felt from the mural was back, giving him more reason to exclude his fiance from things. But at least it was Benitoite touching the door, it meant he could avoid being hit by whatever was on the other side first. If they wanted to take risks, so be it. It wasn't something he preferred to do when he could manage.

If there were not the more pressing issue of a violent storm spreading ever closer, the ancient door may have appeared imposing. There was an undeniable power within it, noticeable from aura alone and enhanced with contact.

For an untold time, it had remained sealed. It was a relic of more than a forgotten world and its people, and it held untold secrets.

There was so little time to glean anything from it. The storm was raging furiously from the hallway, but there was a sort of peace in the door. A promise.

Light grew beneath their hands. It pulsed, not of its own rhythm but of theirs. The door followed their heartbeats, growing brighter with each beat. For a second, there was silence–and then, a click.

The door needed no further motivation; it pushed open with a creak.

The room beyond was dark, and yet still somehow more welcoming than what lay behind them. The stillness within had a strange sort of comfort. There was stability within, safety. It was well fortified and seemed to buffer the worst of the outside influences.

As they entered the room, once more the light followed them. Pillars of light rose from the ground to the ceiling, following where they walked. The rooms were small enough that they were easily illuminated. Like the other room, there were smooth floors and walls, but if there was meant to be more here, it was lost to time or without energy to reveal itself.

The ceiling glowed faintly, displaying again the hexagon from the main room. It was almost too dim to make out, but each room displayed the matching point on the hexagon.

However, of far more interest: In the center of each room was a substantial, rectangular pedestal. Floating above it, held in perpetual animation and rotating slowly: a spike.

And it was calling for them.